Stories about life on the homestead, spinning, knitting, gardening, caregiving and whatever else comes up.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Storm roving

I managed to sneak in a dyepot this morning. The result:

You may remember the inspiration photo from a while back.

My brain and soul are happy today.

Some friends came over yesterday and helped do some raking and other getting ready for winter chores. All of the wood patio furniture, benches, and flower pots are in the shed, the gutters clean, the hose drained and hanging in the shed, several bags of leaves providing insulation for my septic lines so they don't freeze.

Even with Mom's help, there are a ton of leaves still left to be raked, and the stupid green tree is now only slightly yellow and still full of leaves. Despite that, I still feel almost ready for winter. That helps my brain too.

That is what my daughters' eyes look like! I always told her they were the color of the sky, when she asked. Blue-gray with a touch of hazel wouldn't fit on her drivers license, sorry to say. My sons eye color is dark dark brown, almost black. Love your site! Now make me some mittens from those fibers! Please?

"It is a tragedy of the first magnitude that millions have ceased to use their hands...this great gift...It is highly likely that a time will come when we shall be so incapacitated and weak that we shall begin to curse ourselves for having forgotten the use of the living machines given to us by God."

Mahatma Gandhi

Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart. (Unknown)